Searching the meaning of life, can’t find it
But searching something that never be found
Don’t even know what it looks like
Don’t even know, don’t even know
So tired of life, but not tired of living
Just searching the meaning of my life
Frustrated by the things that is my world
That I live in, that I can’t change
But the meaning of my life, that I don’t recognized
That is a part of my world, that I’m frustrated of
That I can’t change, that is my life
Is what meaning, that I’m looking for.
Whiped this poem up in 15 mins, my fastest poem to date, =P, well don't ask me to explain it here, when you meet me, ask me and maybe I'll feel like telling you.
so tired these days, homework, life, this, that, funny when I was younger I told myself my life wasn't so bad. again ask me when you meet me.
I can't believe I wrote so much crap even though I'm felling so shity now.
well here's to shityness.
"no shit, wad shit, you this shit" =P
